You move too fast, I’ll stay back here
with the tambourines, moon beams
on ice.
Stay inside your car, you cannot make me numb.
You have your own high to tend to.
To nurture.
Let it take you beyond the city
by the bay.
Love lightly.

03/21/2005

Posted on 03/21/2005
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